The Beast of Silverpine Forest

[Vargosh]

Due to recent events, this is what a certain Red Blader was driven to.

The Beast

Trees, bushes, rocks.  He ran and ran, avoiding and ducking.
His breath was quick and frigthened.

The cold night lashed him in the face as he ran for his life.


He could still hear the yells.. "Fall back..."
As he ran through the woods his mind went back to earlier.



A beastial roar deafened the men. What was this? They had come here to aid the wizards in their rebuilding and to thwart the undead threat.

But this was no undead, this was so much worse.


"Fall back!" He heard a comrade yell, as he started to run, a big mithril glad hand held him back, and a firm "No!" came through the deafening roars and yells.

It was the Captain.

An old man, yet strong and disciplined.
The man charged slamming his shield in the beast's chest, with little result.

The sword flew through the air swiftly, aimed at the head. But the beast managed to avoid it, yet its eye was sliced blind. But this was far from stopping it.

"Yaargh!" The Captain charges again, but this time the beast was ready. Grabbing him by his throat, lifting him up a few meters.

The Captain's face was inches from the beasts. Yet the man showed no fear.

The beast slammed the mans face into a rock. Crushing the entire skull. Blood poured out of the head, soaking the beasts body, it was as if the beast was smirking while doing it.
The Captain died with an inhumane twitch.



"Hhh...uhhh..hhh..."

He had to find a hiding place. He could hear the thundering roars behind himself. The yells of his comrades had ended long ago.

He was hunted.

He quickly swooped down behind a tree.

He clutched his arms around his knees. Everything had gone quiet. So quiet.
Not even the wind, nor the critters of the forest could be heard.

Nothing.

Then, heavy footsteps just next to him came, and the large beast walked past him, sniffing, and looking.

The man held his breath.

The beast kept walking to the opposite direction.


"Phew... So close." He covered his face in his knees.


"Rrrooaaaaaarrggh!"

The man looked up terrified. And there the beast was, the huge muscled beast. Its eye was red and vicious locked with a death grip at himself. The eye was showing no other signs than Bloodthirst, and hate.

The mouth filled with tusks and blood, dripping blood. The sight was the most horrible he had ever seen, no undead, no orc, not even the few demons he had seen, had looked that monsterous, that enraged, that horrifiyng.

It charged at him, he could feel how the giant hand grabbed his head and body. He gulped and prayed to the light, but in vain.

His head was litterally ripped off his body.

The beast watched how blood and entrails poured into the air and turned the ground red.

The blood sprayed the air, making it rain of red fluid.

The beasts let's go off the body parts. There they lie on the ground, soaked in blood.

It beast paints its own face with the blood.

It looks down at its own hands, covered in blood.


"It was never meant to come to this.. She be what prevented it..."

The beast roars a yell out. More deafening than any other.

"Grom-damn ye, I will have me revenge!"

Blood had been rended, humans had died. By the fists of Rock.